Rich The Kid - Boss Bitch lyrics

[Chorus: Rich The Kid] I need me a boss b*tch, a trill b*tch, a real b*tch One that I can chill and just be cool with She savage, one that I can get a bag with I'm just tryna fu*k her, run in mansions, I live lavish I need me a smart b*tch (Smart) Good head, go dumb on the dick I need me a b*tch that know some pornstar sh*t I need me a b*tch right by my side gettin' rich Need me a b*tch that got baguettes on her wrist [Verse 1: Rich the Kid] I need me a bad b*tch (Bad b*tch), boss her up if she average I just need a girl to cook me breakfast, I got four kids And big bro brought me dinner to the jet, what your hoe did? She hop on the dick and then she ride like a moped She be tryna go out with her friends, I tell her "Go 'head" You be tryna lock it down, but you ain't gettin' no bread I just need a b*tch to stay down like a airbed I'll make sure she look good on a Hermés And you can be your best, and all the reason why I'm stressed On my lap like a present, last ni**a was a peasent Call the jet, I'm send it, ain't no budget, I'ma spin it sh*t be different when I'm in it, you been gone for a minute [Chorus: Rich The Kid] I need me a boss b*tch, a trill b*tch, a real b*tch One that I can chill and just be cool with She savage, one that I can get a bag with I'm just tryna fu*k her, run in mansions, I live lavish I need me a smart b*tch (Smart) Good head, go dumb on the dick I need me a b*tch that know some pornstar sh*t I need me a b*tch right by my side gettin' rich Need me a b*tch that got baguettes on her wrist [Verse 2: Coi Leray] Yeah, I like a, uh, hood ni**a, uh (ni**a) Rich ni**a, uh, big spender, uh (Yeah) I like a ni**a who give it up He take me out to his city, uh, say "Bae, you pretty", uh The way he looked me in my eyes I could tell that boy was fu*kin' with me (Yeah) Ayy, so we bust that life on big street I throw it back and turned around, I told him eat, eat He said he like a lil' savage, a lil' freak, freak He said he like lil' b*tches, a lil' petite Only fu*kin' in designer, Balmain sheets You know I'm fu*kin' with you baby, is you fu*kin' with me? Is you fu*kin' with that lame b*tch, is you fu*kin' with me? I'm gone ride for you, is you gone ride for me? [Chorus: Rich The Kid] I need me a boss b*tch, a trill b*tch, a real b*tch One that I can chill and just be cool with She savage, one that I can get a bag with I'm just tryna fu*k her, run in mansions, I live lavish I need me a smart b*tch (Smart) Good head, go dumb on the dick I need me a b*tch that know some pornstar sh*t I need me a b*tch right by my side gettin' rich Need me a b*tch that got baguettes on her wrist